Date: Sat, 10 Nov 2001 18:56:20 -0500
From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kevin - Series Chapter 23

Kevin By Tom Cup
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Kevin
Chapter 23
By Tom Cup
Baggage

It was Matt's first time.  His body was alive with sensation. He froze as
his penis slid into the wet, hot, snug fitting tunnel. Donna had not
resisted any of his advances.  When he was unsure of what to do next, she
guided him.  And now his penis was buried inside of her. The warmth of her
body radiated beneath him, mixing with his own thermal energy.  He wanted to
cry, so overloaded his senses had become -- the sight of her beneath him, the
feel and warmth of her body and skin, the smell of their mixed sex, the
salty sweet flavors on his lips, the sounds of their panting moans and
sighs.

"It's OK," Donna whispered, "You can move now."

She pressed her hands on his ass, forcing his cock to move inside of her.
She sighed. The sensation of his cock's head rubbing the interior walls of
her body, which she offered to him freely, in consensual communion, became a
ritualistic rhythm. They moved together, heated both inside and out, mixing
passions, racing toward quaking volcanic emission.

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God...." Matt cried.

Donna felt the liquid spew into her body. She burned inside.  Her cunt
locked open and her interior walls became spasmodic. Her stomach muscles
clamped into tight six packs. Her liquids flowed freely. She cried out; her
teeth snapped shut.

Matt lay in his own bed, replaying the loss of his virginity. He ached to do
it again. He ached for Donna Greer.

"Why'd you let me?" he asked.

"I don't know.  You wanted to?"

"Yeah! You kidding? Of course I did. I just didn't think we really would.
You know?"

She laughed. "It wasn't my first time you know?"

"I know. I'm not stupid."

"I know... It's just..."

"What?

"I really liked it."

"Me too."

"You won't tell anyone?"

"No way.  Hey, you're my girl friend."

He smiled. He definitely wanted to do it again.  He rolled over and stared
at the ceiling.  His hard penis pointed at the light overhead.  Maybe he and
Donna would get married one day.  Maybe they would have babies. He loved
Donna Greer. He definitely wanted to do it again.

*****

Donna steadied herself on the fence. She placed both hands on the edge of
the roof.  She counted -- one, two, three -- she inhaled, pushed with her feet
and pressed down on her hands, knees tight to her body, she bounced on to
the roof. She stopped and lit a cigarette. She inhaled deeply and looked to
the northwest.  Marie had sent another package, clothes from somewhere
called Lords and Taylor. She wondered when she would hear from Kevin.  She
thought back to that day Kevin had come and rescued her.  She flicked her
butt into the street, away from the house. There was something she was
forgetting about that day. She eased herself back into the bedroom window,
undressed quietly and slipped back into bed.

Her hand slipped into her panties. She rubbed the slit between her legs.
Matt had been there. He had brought her to climax. She had quaked as she
had...with Chuck. She sat up in bed.  She remembered the baggage that the
talking heads would never understand.  She had given in.  She was ready to
give Chuck whatever he wanted.  The night before Kevin arrived was the
eighth or ninth time Chuck had entered her.  The first time she had been too
frightened to appreciate the orgasm.  The second time she rode on a wave of
curiosity, wondering if he would make it feel as good, she was not
disappointed.

As she raced home, with him taking long strides behind her, swinging at her
with a belt, she knew it was more for show than anything else.  Chuck didn't
punish her with a belt. No, the belt was for the boys, his tongue, fingers,
and... cock, yes yes, his cock was for the girls.  No matter what Donna did,
she knew, she would get the cock.  It was a game she understood and was
ready, and willing, to play.  Mom would be passed out.  Marcy would be put
in front of the T.V., and the boys...the boys.... Well, Donna wasn't going to be
like the boys. She'd let him do it.  He had been right, if she relaxed then
it didn't hurt, it did feel good. Chuck had taught her how to have sex and
she had enjoyed it.

So why did she cry when Kevin appeared?  For the same reason that she was
crying now, she hated herself for giving in to Chuck.  Kevin was a reminder
that she never had to give in. She hadn't only given in though, she gave
herself to Chuck, and she enjoyed the feelings he gave her.  She hated
herself for that. She hated that she was willing to allow Chuck to use her
body, for those minute moments of his treating her with decency.

"That's it baby.... yeah. Your doing fine."

That was all it took. Seven spoken words, as he gratified himself, and she
thought the world of them. He could have her any time he wanted if he would
just praise her once more... make her feel those things again.  She had given
up and given in; and then Kevin walked through the door with three men in
suits and two policemen.  She cried because she was ashamed -- ashamed
because she knew that, if she had gotten away, she would have never come
back for the others -- and she was frightened. She was afraid that Kevin knew
what she had become...like her mother.  She was ready to give herself to
anyone Chuck dictated.

So she cried; then and now, because she knew, she would never know sex
without the memory of Chuck. The shrinks would never understand.

*****


Barb was on time.  She had become addicted to time.  She laughed.  Reality
was her new drug.  She understood even before the experts announced it
officially, she was an addictive personality.  The only way for her to kick
her drug addiction was to become addicted to something else.  She chose to
become obsessive compulsive about time and cleanliness. These two addictions
placed her back in the social mainstream, pleased the court, and were valued
commodities at McDonald's.

Mrs. Coleman smiled and welcomed her in.  She was introduced to Susan and
Chrissy.  Donna and Marcy were still upstairs.

"Donna? Marcy? Your mom is here."

"It's OK," Barb said, "Do you mind if I sit and wait?"

"Oh, I'll just go up and get them."

"No, please... I'll just wait.  If they don't come down then, they don't come
down.  At least I would have waited and not forced them to do anything they
didn't want."  She forced herself to smile.  Mrs. Coleman graciously offered
a smile of her own, gathered Susan and Chrissy, and headed to the kitchen.

Barb waited twenty minutes before Donna started down the step.  Marcy hid
behind her big sister just as she always had when they were in danger of
being whipped.  They stopped half way down the stairs and stared at the
woman at the bottom.  It was the woman that they called mom but she had
changed.  There was no angry demeanor to this woman, no glazed over look in
her eyes; no mixed smell of cigarettes, booze, body odor and sex.

"Hi," Barb said, standing to greet them.

"Hi," Donna said.

"Hi," repeated Marcy.

"I guess this must seem kind of strange," Barb said.

"I'm never coming back to live with you," Donna said.

"Me neither."

"Yeah, well... I know you girls are angry with me and I don't blame you. Let's
just try to..."

"...to get along Mom?" Donna asked, "Is that what I should do.  Just get
along, to do whatever I have to, to make things go smooth?"

Barb looked at Donna. Yes, she saw it. Donna hated her.  It was the same
look that Kevin gave her.  Her daughter hated her.  She smiled remembering
the Court Appointed Observer.

"Well, now we know where we all stand.  You're angry and I'm sorry. So what
can we do to get over it?"

"It ain't enough for you to be sorry."

"Then what Donna?  What? I can't go back in time and undo what I've done.  I
can't change any of it. So what can I do but be sorry."

"What can I do except be angry about it?"

"You could forgive me."

"Ha! Fuck you."

"Donna!" Mrs. Coleman said.

"It's all right I deserve more than a few of those." Barb said.

"It most certainly isn't all right.  We don't use that type of language in
this house and Donna knows that," Mrs. Coleman said.

"I see," Barb said, "I'm sorry girls. I really am. I know that doesn't
change much but I am."

Barb left feeling that the visit had done nothing to improve her
relationship with her girls.  She sighed. They would have a week to think
about things.  Maybe in time they would open up to her. She fought the
tears.  She needed a cigarette. She searched the half empty bus. There was a
large ring pierced, grunge boy in the back.

"Hey man, you got an extra smoke?"

He nodded, pulled out a pack of American Spirits, and gave her the
cigarette.  It wasn't her stop but she reached up and pulled the rope to
signal the next stop. She would walk from there.  It would mean she would be
fifteen or so minutes later than usual for her AA meeting but she needed to
walk and think. And she needed a smoke.

*****
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Barb was exhausted when she arrived back at the halfway house.  She was
shocked when the housemother told her she had a visitor waiting.  She didn't
recognize the man standing in the living area until he turned around.

"Mrs. Greer, you may not remember me..."

"Mr. Bolognia, yes... I do. I know I was pretty fucked up back then but I do
remember you.  How's Kevin?"

"Please sit. He is the reason that I'm here, as you no doubt imagined. He is
well."

"Can I see him...? I mean..."

Tony shook his head. "I'm afraid he does not wish to see you."

"Please Mr. Bolognia. Please... I know if you told him to, he would...."

"I am not in the habit of coercing Kevin into doing anything."

"Of course I didn't mean to suggest..."

"What did you mean?"

"I'm sorry, OK?  How many times, to how many people, do I have to say it? I
fucked up. I know that.  I'm scum. I beat my kids.  I neglected them. I
allowed them to be abused.  I fucked up. OK!"

"Let me know when I am supposed to feel sorry for you."

"I don't want your damn pity.  I want a chance to talk to my son."

"Technically he's not your son now, is he?"

"I gave birth to him."

"Big fucking deal."

"You're not going to let me see him."

"He doesn't want to see you. I invited him to come along. He declined, but
told me that if I were to see you, to give you this message.  He doesn't
wish to see you, and, he doesn't wish your continued attempts at contacting
him."

Barb nodded.  Tony stared at her. His eyes were as lifeless as the tones in
which he delivered Kevin's message.  He showed no pity or empathy for the
woman.

"Tell him I love him."

"Why would I tell him that?"

"Because it's true."

"He will think it a lie."

"Do you?"

"I don't care, Mrs. Greer.  I am not interested in what you feel. I am
interested in what you do."

"What can I do if he won't see me?"

"Now that is your problem, isn't it?

"Help me Mr. Bolognia.  Please, help me.

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